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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Short Short Stories!

A short descriptive story about a fight.

Submitted: August 16, 2018

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Submitted: August 16, 2018



There it is. The perfect target. My perfect target.
It’s standing there, unsuspecting, unknowing, unaware.
The perfect prey, perfect area, hopefully a perfect takedown.
I run; feet stomping on the rough, uneven ground. I’m silent, heart furiously beating away, blood rushing through my veins. Left, right, left, right, my body working in harmony to close the shrinking gap, until I’m there.

Feet bounding off the ground, hands out front, I’m sailing through the air. I make contact with their body. Knocking them a good 5, maybe 6 meters.
With the adrenaline flowing through my body, Imy heavy hot breath blowing out my nostrils, I swing.
I hit, a good one too. I can tell from the look in their eyes. Not the look of fear, but the look of defeat. The look says it all; this poor animal never stood a chance against a wild jaguar like me.

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